Saturday. 6:45p.m
"Stop nigga!" Brandon yelled as I threw popcorn at him.
"Say it nicely"
"I did bitch and that's as nice as its gon get"
He pushed me making the popcorn spill all over me. Ooooh if this was that extra buttery shit and it got on my clothes.. oh hell naw. I would foo fop this nigga through the damn walls, real shit.
I looked at my phone as it vibrated telling me I got a new text. But from a somebody I didnt recognize.
?: Wasup
Fiiiinity: Whoo is this?
I replied picking popcorn out my hair
?: Damn ma u just gon forget a nigga like dat. smh TriiiiiillFinity
FiiiinityDoe: OH SHET MARCELL. Whatup doe shawtay. Lemme save yo number
?: Put it as CBandss ;) but my nigga throwin a party at his crib. U tryna come through
Fiiiinity: Lmao k. Its alr if i bring my homies?
I looked up at B who was all into Spongebob. Atlantis Squarepantis to be exact.
CBandss: Ion care. They gotta be hype tho and not them lames
I scoffed looking at Kam's ratchet ass enter the room clapping ghetto as hell for no reason. Yeah, lames.
Fiiiinity: Naw never that. What time?
CBandss: Be there at 9 unless its past yo bedtime
Fiiiinity: Imma need a dictionary to look up the word you call "bedtime" Im clueless
CBandss: Lol dawg shutup
Fiiiinity: Fine alr bye
CBandss: Naww I was playin
...
CBandss: U gon really do me like that
Fiiiinity: Chill thirsty ass. I was askin my fraands. We gon come through tho
CellBandss: Alr ill txt u the adress later
Fiiiinity: Kay
I looked at the clock seeing that it's 7:00. I yawned and decided I'll take a hour nap then get ready. I layed down on Brandon's lap telling him to wake me at 8 and if he doesn't I'll make sure he has no more hoes for the rest of the summer. He quickly agreed.
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"Wakey wakey tramp!" Kamilla yelled in my ear waking me up from my peaceful sleep.
I groaned and rubbed my eyes stretching. I glared at Kamilla and kicked her before I got up.
"What was that for" She cried rubbing her knee.
"I was dreaming of me and Bruno Mars getting married if you must know"
She rolled her eyes and walked away.
I walked to my closet and pulled out cheetah print leggins and a black t-shirt with a trill bart simpson on it.
"Brandon must not want his hoes" I mumbled looking at the clock seeing it's 8:15.
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